What use is it

The grass of yesterday is always greener
Memory is an excellent gardener
How you linger with that gauzy lens
Gazing at a well-pruned facsimile
While the grass of tomorrow is growing
– weeds and stems alike
Why are you over there, little one?
What use is it
Come here and tend to this side
Tend to the grass of today.

park day

I lay on the green
under the blue
as the whites came and went
nowhere to be
nothing to do
the essence of content